Through My Eyes....

A country which gave us people like Methlisharan Gupt, Shankaracharya, Tulsidas, Kabir, Gurunanak, Mir, Mirja Galib, Munshi Premchand, Mahadevi Verma and many more is now forgetting its own language. You must have heard at least a name from this list. They were legends who wrote many poems, kinds of literature, and books in the Hindi language which we are reading today. If these people would be alive so they would be disheartened by seeing India in this situation where people give more importance to English as compared to Hindi.  If anyone says that he is bad at Hindi so we think that he is brilliant.  WOH! he does not know the Hindi language, he must be a well-educated person and on the other hand, if anyone says I am bad at English so, really we think that how illiterate person he is, he does not know English, he must not be knowing anything and can not do anything in his future.  I respect all the languages in the world but in India, the situation ...

Some months ago, I met a girl from Kolkata, a perfect example of the brain with beauty. I do not have words to explain her beauty, skills, and enthusiasm as she is always ready to help others. As I see in her eyes there is a lot, she wants to share and discuss. I am nothing to tell about her but a friend cum teammate at the place where we met. Some days back I was thinking about her that how would she living her life thereafter decided to write some lines on her life. I really feel contentment that I am writing something about her life because there are some people whom you meet and always keep them in your heart.  Every person has a different story and she would also have a story; a story from Kolkata to Noida, a story of struggle she did, a story which she might want to share and maybe she would have shared with her close ones. I know very well how does it feel when you leave your family and move to another place, it is not easy to live and spend time alone a...